Paradoxically Lyrics

(Mic check)

Bros and hoes

Not before or below

I'm smokin all this dope

On my slow, Melodic flow

I don't like how in the game

Everyone can sound the same

So I focus on the words

That I concur these bitches can spit

And it's disappointing

But this trend is gonna die eventually

As we get more

Logic and Coles

And as history shows

Hip Hop is gonna be darker

Than the yesterday's tomorrow

So when I look up to heaven

Or rather down to hell

I see our fuckin idols

But I can't fuckin tell

If they even tryna see us

Or even who's reachin

For the top

My mic drops

Like my jaw

When I see

Paradoxically

Hip Hop is being

Treated like a commodity

When both sides of the

Game are like lions to me

Roaring that the other side

Is like a different society

But all I hear is the lying of MCs

When I see

Paradoxically

That they used to be the same

As the trend that I hate

And they used to tear themselves apart

Cause everyone sounded like a cardboard

Cut out of the same MC

Just like nowadays

but the methods, they have changed

Lyricism is a slave to the past, hypocrites

And it's poignant

But listen they got a point

They focus on the words

And you focus on the noise

But now what's bothering me is that

Some of you are "rappers"

But even your couplets are fuckin trash

So I guess question is

Paradoxically

Hip Hop is being

Treated like a commodity

When both sides of the

Game are like lions to me

Roaring that the other side

Is like a different society

But all I hear is the lying of MCs

So I guess question is

Paradoxically

Am I competing with an equal

Or am I looking in a mirror?

I can't even begin to see you as a warrior

Yea they bump the 90s

But can they see the times change?

And yea they bump the new groups

And no one from the other side can even tell who's who!

You like what you like

I don't judge or diss

I play more lyricists

But you better believe that my beats are still heat!

I'm obsessed with making every song hit like a semi - truck

But it's like tryna fill a cupboard with a monster truck

My thesaurus in a garbage truck

Cause when I eat it up

I bring rhymes so sick you'll be throwing it up

Like a physics major

Trying to wolf down his text book

Thinking

"If a brook was moving so fast it made a blur

Then how long would it take before I looked and it would hurt?"

Cause Paradoxically

I only think about things that don't even matter

But when I remember why I'm here

It's like this whole song shatters

So listen I need y'all to ponder

What I wonder

About the game of hip hop

If rappin' is like a pattern

If anything is to take away

From the hookless shit that I write

Throughout my days and nights

It's that everything is gonna be al-fuckin-right

Jesus Christ